The wind blew very gently, as gently as the hand lifting the bride's red hijab, so gentle that it made people feel intoxicated.
This is a very inharmonious world, absolutely inharmonious. The incongruity lies in the wind! Except for the false gentleness of the clear wind, everything seemed so cruel and sad.
In the air, there is a sad smell that cannot be concealed - the smell of blood, very strong, very strong. This smell of blood has not been dissipated by the wind for several hours, making anyone feel palpitated.
What makes people's hearts palpitate is also the roaring and hissing jackdaws in the sky. The brilliance of the sun is not very obvious. In fact, the sunshine today is very good, but it seems to be dim in this patch of sky. That was the work of countless jackdaws. Those gray wings seemed like the shadow of death.
Under the shadow of death, there are corpses all over the mountains and plains. These are human corpses, my God! It was the body of someone who had been killed.
One after another, lying in various directions, absolutely no pattern can be found, just like the weapons discarded on the ground, they have lost their due vitality.
Those dilapidated carriages that had become pieces of wood were emitting light green smoke. They were indeed several carriages that were so dilapidated that they could no longer be used. The only thing that had some shape left was probably the two tall wheels. The body of the car collapsed on the ground like a war horse pulling a cart, and the broken flags lay horizontally on the ground, seeming to tell people an indescribable tragedy.
The tragedy of the world, the tragedy of life, the tragedy of death, the tragedy of war!